“Schuyler knew that one day it would come to this. That she would have to lose one to have the other one. That this game would have consequences.”

“For Schuyler who doesn't like love stories”

“There was always another boy, and then another, and another”

“Schuyler kept count, thinking that maybe once she hit a magical number, it would stop hurting.”

“Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.”

“HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain..”

“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement of two hundred white roses, in the palest ivory color. All the girls swooned. Almost no boys bought white roses ever. It was a big sign of commitment. But this one practically trumpeted a captured heart.The runner set the bouquet in front of Schuyler.Mimi raised an eyebrow. She had always won the roses lottery. What was this all about?For me?" Schuyler asked, awestruck by the size of the thing.She took the card from the tallest stem.For Schuyler, who doesn't like love stories." It was not signed.”